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Forsaken one

Jian Xuan, born without the Celestial Star, has been forsaken by both the gods and fate itself. Rejected by his family, abandoned by the world, and scorned by those he once trusted, Jian Xuan becomes a wandering cultivator in search of a purpose beyond survival. He dreams of one thing: revenge. When whispers of an ancient and hidden sect, the Forsaken Sect, reach his ears, Jian Xuan sees his chance for redemption. This secretive group is said to hold the power to challenge the very heavens and rewrite the laws of destiny itself—an offer too tempting to refuse. In his journey to find the Forsaken Sect, Jian Xuan faces countless trials, unravels the mysteries of the ancient temple known as the Forbidden Path, and encounters a figure who claims to be the last of the Forsaken. With this cryptic guide, Jian Xuan learns a shocking truth: to break Heaven’s Will, he must not only defy fate, but replace it. To become the master of destiny, he must first become its servant. However, his pursuit of power soon leads him down a dark path of moral dilemmas. With each choice, Jian Xuan must grapple with the consequences of his actions, torn between personal vengeance and the weight of his growing power. As the line between ally and enemy blurs, he realizes that even those who stand by him may have their own agendas, and some betrayals may be inevitable. In a world where gods play with the lives of mortals and fate is a cruel puppet master, Jian Xuan will have to decide whether to destroy the very system that forsook him or embrace it and become the ruler of all. The question remains: Can one truly change their destiny, or is the price of defying fate too great? The Forsaken Path is not one of easy answers, but one where power and sacrifice walk hand in hand.
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